We first met at a Halloween party. Michael lent me his jacket, we talked for hours on end, and were instantly hooked. The night he asked me to be his girlfriend, he took me to a fancy restaurant, had the hostess take pictures of us, and pulled out a bouquet of flowers (he's the king of big gestures.)

Remember when I said Michael was the king of cute gestures? Well, the proposal trumps them all! To make a long story as short as possible (it's still long,) Michael had told me weeks in advance to take the weekend of St. Patty's off of work because he wanted to take me somewhere special, he wouldn't tell me anything about it. The day came and he ended up renting a little cottage at the base of La Caille (you'll want to google this place if you don't know it) at dinner we were talking about engagements and he told me about a conversation he had with his friend where Michael had told him that he didn't have any plans to propose soon. My heart sank, I was so sad that it wasn't going to happen that night. After dinner we walked around the gardens outside with the peacocks and swans and stopped at a patio that overlooked the river, as I was looking down at the river I thought to myself, "He literally just told me that he's not proposing, but if for some reason he does it, it would be right now." I turned around and he was on his knee.